So the move was eventful, kinda stressful and we were worn out but it's over and we're moved in. On Wednesday we closed. On Thursday the packers came. It was chaos, ha. We had packed as much as we could but we needed help. They came and did their thing. It was a lot of boxes.

On Friday morning, the movers showed up. They were supposed to be there at 9am but were running late because they had an "incident" on the way.
They arrived about 10:45am. That put us behind for the day, at least with our plans to get out before rush hour traffic kicked in.
Our building has two freight elevators, and we reserved one of them. They program it so that it only goes up and down to our floor. They sent four guys and they were pretty good in getting stuff out and loaded. They used lots of moving blankets and wrapped things well so that part was good as well.
The truck was a good size but it was almost filled it up by the time they were finished.
We had a bunch of stuff in the basement storage unit. I had spent the better part of a week organizing it all and getting it all ready. This is what it looked like. Some collectible things, a large part of our Christmas decorations and our main Christmas tree. It took about 3 elevator rides up and down to get it all out onto the loading dock area so they could get it put on the truck.
I point all of this out because it will come into play later.
We went out on the balcony one last time for posterity and took a few pictures. The apartment was finally emptied and so we locked it up and left. They were still loading the truck when we left about 4pm to try to beat rush hour. Didn't work, ha.
They showed up about 6:30 and started unloading. They brought in all the furniture first and put it where we pointed and then all of the boxes were put in the garage along one side. While all this was going on, we get a call from the apartment asking us to return the keys by 6pm or, since it was the 31st, we'd have to pay for another month.
WHAT THE WHAT?
We were never even told we needed to bring them back before hand, we figured they'd just change the locks anyway for the next renters.
We called back and said "our lease should run through 11:59pm, what if we moved at 6pm instead of 9am? We've been there 10 years, this is unacceptable!"
They agreed and said "just bring them back before midnight". About 7:30pm, after the movers were gone, I headed back into town.
I went up to the apartment to make sure all we didn't miss anything in the cabinets or closet shelves.
Everything was empty except, oops, we forgot the fridge contents! Thankfully we had already moved the freezer stuff earlier in a cooler.
I go downstairs to the loading dock area and got a couple of boxes and went back upstairs to fill them up. It took me about three trips (carrying heavy boxes) to load it up in the car and on the last trip, I dropped a jar of salsa and it breaks all over the ground. Had to go find paper towels to clean it all up. Then cut my finger, not bad but, being on blood thinners, I was bleeding. Had to go to the restroom to clean that up!
I took the keys off the keyring to take them to the front desk and decided I wasn't sure about which one was the storage unit key, so on a whim, I decided to go down to the basement level and check it. I pushed the button to call the elevator...
Look familiar?
Here's more. Turns out about half the stuff from our storage unit, WAS STILL IN THE ELEVATOR!
Hours after they left!
It's like 9pm and I was in full on panic mode. No way any of this would fit in the car. The apartment had been trying to figure out all afternoon/evening who it belonged to and were about to just take it all to the dumpster. I called the moving company, the owner answered and I said "we have a major problem!". He had me send pictures and, also panicked, he called an employee that had a truck. About an hour later, it gets loaded (with me helping since it was just one guy).
Finally, I get the keys to the front desk and I'm on the road back home. It's almost 11pm. Then I had to stop and get us something to eat and we also needed body wash as we couldn't find out bathroom stuff and we both needed showers. I finally get home about 12:30am. It was a very long, and in the end, very stressful day. But I was home, we were together in our new house.
We had full tummies, we had our showers, we put clean sheets on the bed and we slept with the windows open.
Best. Night's. Sleep. Ever!
The next day, the guy brought the stuff that was left in the elevator. And they gave us a discount on our move.
For the last week, we've been living out of boxes and getting things put up. We open them...
...and then use two sets of shelves as a place to put the next things to go through...
We've managed to open them all so that we can see what is in each box so that we can go back to get things as we need them. Have already emptied about two dozen boxes.
After we open them, we move stuff to the other side of the garage to get them close to the door to bring them in and put them up. It's a process, but it's working. Funny story, we opened probably 20 boxes, couldn't find our utensils. So, we bought some plastic ones and have been using them. Then yesterday, we found that one of the first boxes we opened, had a second layer on the bottom and that was where all the utensils were, still in the drawer organizer. Welp, that's the way it goes sometimes, ha.
But we're here and we're as happy as can be. Slowly but surely, we're creating our new HOME!